move over michelin man, here comes prata barbie

had a bad night with monkey boy who managed to crawl into my bed, unbeknownst, shoving me to the floor with his excessive kicking and sleep breath in my face. so hubs took the 2 bigger ones to the office with him in the morning, hoping that i could take in a nap. i enjoyed a 2 hr snooze then decided to repay the kindness and save him from the kids so that he could get some work done.

the plan was lunch then a short "train" ride into sentosa before heading back. we ate at mc-ers. they were suprisingly well behaved, even baby, and we all had a good time. a treat was definately in order. then i made the worst choice ever and popped into toys-r-us. we spent an hour moving from aisle to aisle toggling between the barrage of everything with wheels and everything bimbo. one car and a box of beadie-craft thing-ums latter, we had run out of time.

back to base we headed but not before passing the biggest MAC cosmetics event i've ever seen. as an ex-event person, i was really impressed with the set-up. but not so taken by the life-sized barbies who were posing and basking. (it's the Barbie loves MAC launch). angel girl pointed at one less than perfect barbie - she was fat and i mean she was a big mama with a blond wig! speechless AG turned to me for an explaination. i said that's what happens when barbie eats too much prata. we both burst out laughing. must tell martel abt prata barbie - curry sold separately.